Blushed Designs Co Novels & Stories

She knew how sad I would be if I didn't get the samples submitted in time. ‘I am looking up some designs online and blending them. Hopefully, before this week runs out, I would have come up with great decorations to present to them.’ ‘What can I help you with, she leaned closer to look over my shoulder. Those look outstanding.’ ‘You think so?’ The frown on my face deepens as I stared at the white and blue intricate design. It fascinated me, but I don't think the company would want something like this. Kira shook her head next to me. She must have guessed my thoughts. ‘The colours are too bright, but I am not talking about that. I am talking about the design. You can incorporate it into your

“Stop compressing yourself into my cheek.” He pulled away and gestured at the phone, “What do they want?” “They are from Pdesigns, uh,” I lowered my voice even though they couldn’t hear me. “They want some bridal sketches, how do they even know I design?” Atlas shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe they dug into your past?” “That sounds shady, I don’t think I—”

It was minimalist and chic, filled with low, comfortable seating—a perfect backdrop for secrets. He handed me a tumbler of sparkling water and sat opposite me, leaning forward with genuine intensity. “Forget the press conference drama,” he began, cutting straight to the point. “I watched your footage, Soph. You were magnificent. You turned a character assassination into a declaration of war. But that’s his fight, not yours.” He paused, sliding a heavy, embossed folder across the low table. It was Ethan Blake Atelier. “This is yours, if you want it,” he stated simply. “I’m launching a capsule collection—a high-concept project focused on structured resilience. I need a co-designer who understa

she muttered, eating the last part of the ice cream in her hand. Cole was done eating his, one of his hands was dipped in his pocket as they made their way through the pack. “You once submitted the design.” “And you declined it.” She chipped in. Cole laughed, “Never knew it will come out this way, I thought it was old fashion. I wanted something trendy, you know.” he smiled. Camille nodded, chuckling, “It will trend soon once I deploy them out. Maybe then you will acknowledge them.” They both looked at each other for a while and smiled before diverting their gaze.

She is adorable when she blushes. ***

"The design is beautiful. What brand are these necklaces from?" "They’re from Exotic Star. I brought two other designs as well. Please feel free to take a look at them," Chloe replied, placing two boxes on the table. "If you don't like these, I have pictures from the designer. These are limited-edition pieces from around the world." "I prefer the one that Mr. Joseph is wearing." "Me too." Chloe smiled as she discreetly tugged at Joseph's sleeve and whispered, "You know how to handle this, right?"

Emily Quest’s blueprint design was hand-drawn in a 3D format. The arrangement of land around the beach was clearly outlined, and each area was labeled with texts. It was a cartoon-style design. Various cartoon drawings could be seen all over the design. The primary colors were blue and white, and the whole thing looked dreamy, almost as if it was from a fairytale. When Xyla Quest saw Emily’s design, she immediately started smiling coldly. Xyla didn’t think Emily would display the blueprint design Xyla felt least satisfied with.

“You all did wonderfully. Your designs exceeded expectations. Some of you went above and beyond, which impressed Mr. Christian.” Everyone clapped. I did too, but numbly. She stepped aside, letting him speak. “Thank you,” he began, voice composed. “I’m going to call out five names—students whose designs and presentations stood out. You will get the opportunity to work with us at Blaze, one of the leading fashion houses globally. I’m the CEO of Blaze, and we’re offering internships—with a chance at future placement.” I blinked. CEO? I pulled out my phone, searched quickly—

In all honesty, I'd forgotten. “Then we're still at zero official companions for your unveiling, and you've got work to do.” I sighed, but went over to the sheets of paint from the previous days. “Let me guess, we need a new design?” “Exactly,” he replied. “Something that will stand out at a club.” Grinning, I picked up the brightest set of colours in the boxes. I already had a great idea. ***

"It's a significant house. International reach. Their creative director wrote the email herself — not an assistant, her. She wants to build something around the experiences of women who survived coercive systems. She said she read your article four times." "What are the terms they're proposing?" Grace said. Emma went through them. A co-design credit. Shared marketing. A percentage structure that Rachel would need to review but that Emma said looked reasonable. The house would handle production logistics. Tessa Designs would lead the creative vision. "What's the timeline?" Grace said. "They want to show at Milan in seven months." Seven months. Ambitious but achievable if she started now, whic